It started with burnt toast and a voicemail I didn’t want to hear.Not tragic. Just… worn.The kind of day that smells like old socks and …
I Tried Martha Stewart’s Chocolate Mousse — and Forgot to Breathe Somewhere in the Middle
The bowl was cold. Not fridge-cold—just… untouched. I hadn’t planned to make anything. The rain was doing that sideways thing it does here when the …
I Tried Martha Stewart’s Blueberry Muffins — and Something About Them Felt Like a Sunday I Forgot
It started with the silence of an overripe banana.I know. These aren’t banana muffins. But that’s how the morning began—me peeling back the skin of …
I Tried Martha Stewart’s Strawberry Shortcake — and Remembered Why I Don’t Make This in June
The oven was already on. I wasn’t thinking shortcake. I wasn’t thinking much of anything. Just standing barefoot in the kitchen with one sock on …
I Tried Martha Stewart’s Strawberry Layer Cake—And It Made Me Miss the Wrong Summer
It wasn’t hot enough for cake that day.Cloudy, like the sky couldn’t commit. The kind of weather that doesn’t tell you what to wear, so …
I Tried Martha Stewart’s Pumpkin Bread Recipe — It Took Me Somewhere I Didn’t Expect
There was a morning last week that smelled like 2002.Faint smoke in the air. Not from leaves—someone’s chimney or too-hot toast. The kind that makes …
I Tried Martha Stewart’s Strawberry Shortcake — and Remembered Why I Don’t Make This in June
The oven was already on. I wasn’t thinking shortcake. I wasn’t thinking much of anything. Just standing barefoot in the kitchen with one sock on …
I Tried Martha Stewart’s Lemon Curd — It Got Under My Skin
It started with the sound of rain and the smell of something sharp. not vinegar. not wine. something yellow and stubborn.lemon, maybe. or memory. the …
I Tried Martha Stewart’s Gingerbread Cookies. The Smell Made Me Sit Down.
The oven light was out again. I didn’t fix it. Just let the dark stay in there while the heat worked. That’s how it felt …
I Tried Martha Stewart’s Egg Salad — And I Kinda Fought With It
it started with the eggs.not the ones I cooked—those were fine.I mean the eggs. the carton I dropped on the kitchen floor last week when …